The Story Of a Suicide lyrics

From a dry tree a leaf was born whose leaf Bleed like a human being There was a boy that there were no friends He then created an affinity with this tree He became part of it She became her companion until after a few years they Cut her leaving only leaves that dried in her hand becoming razors Today he cuts himself with razors Having this as the best way to express himself and manifest Talking out the great confusion that exists in your mind Time passed and his face would only die a good and pleasant expression Depression and anxiety was only getting worse By making cuts and Holes no longer useful Util the day the boy decided to use a gun On a Sunday Night tô shoot a bullet in his own Head When they found him, his body rotten And said that a tree branch hugged hum